Pure or Pain.

Life is a new experience for every one when your very audacious,

life doesn't promise you safe travels and warm places,

but what you choose and what happens to you is your very own fortuitous,

sift threw memories, problems, and worries but there is no races.


Luck and chances are two different things or ways you could choose,

destiny is what happens to you while your making other plans,

but your never gonna escape your fate, its what life chose for foes,

you could change life simply by choosing the right side, but some times your slow.


In the bad days of life I chose to be happy when I was shattered inside,

nothing to look forward to every day but for that one thing in life that matters,

every one clings to the thoughts or dreams of what they want in life that inclines,

I clung to my feelings that said keep up, no matter how bad your heart shatters.


If your ruining others lives why would your life be fixed by wanting it better,

change is in motion, but if you don't change whats wrong your never gonna be happy,

emotions and feelings get mixed up so much we can never tell them apart like a letter,

show others your kindness even when they treat you like nothing, makes them feel better.


No matter how bad you've been treated in life, you'll be blessed if you choose the right trail,

never be to weak to reach out to other cause of your life, it may seem your scared or frail,

always shine no matter how you get beaten down or drug across the ground in dreadful ways,

you will be highly praised showing your glory, you'll be remembered and never be left unpaid.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Lifes many ways and tears.

nightlight1220's picture

And that's the ticket to

And that's the ticket to inner joy. People always want to think its some other worldly pleasure. Its the joy of inner peace that only authenticity and a deep seeded love can give. That should be what the parent gives the child...but alas...we choose material joys and trinkets for the little ones...too sad for words... :-/


...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "


boardergirl's picture


Thank you! Indeed it is.